Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Getting Lucky

I've never understood
why they call it getting lucky.
Too many times
the sun through the blinds
has shown won-the-lottery lust to be
stale as last night's beer.

Rolling over this morning,
I find myself face to face
with the unluckiest number
(needs three friends to score an eight),
and I wonder if it's too late
to vacate
this crazy space
in my head
that keeps ignoring the odds
and buying a ticket.

I love this, MZ! I gave up hoping to pick a winner in this particular lottery a long time ago. But you know what? If you go into it understanding it's not about the big win but the possibility of a big win, maybe you get your money's worth.